Where do leaves
go as they fall
to the ground?

Do they travel
the world or
stay in town?

Do they love
dancing through
the breeze
or long for
union with
beloved trees?

Do they pretend
to be butterflies
floating
and
fluttering
through the sky?

Are they aware
of decomposition
or
Breaking down
slowly once hitting
the ground?

Are they aware
of reality?

Do they know
their existence
won't lead to
permanent fatality?

Are they aware
of the essence
that births
new life
as seeds sprout
from the soil
of Mother Earth?